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she was a simple, eager young woman

Relieve your mind now of the images you have of this person. When I met her, she was a simple, eager young woman who rode a bike to the classes she was taking, a decent-hearted kid whom Hollywood brought down, legs parted. She had a thin skin and a soul that hungered for acceptance by people she mi…

—p.404 Elia Kazan: A Life by Elia Kazan
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she was a simple, eager young woman

Relieve your mind now of the images you have of this person. When I met her, she was a simple, eager young woman who rode a bike to the classes she was taking, a decent-hearted kid whom Hollywood brought down, legs parted. She had a thin skin and a soul that hungered for acceptance by people she mi…

—p.404 by Elia Kazan
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it didn’t occur to him that the fault might be his

Often Charlie would have a date, and they were quite pretty girls, usually recent arrivals in the community. Charlie would ask them to come to his house in their own cars, so he wouldn’t have to drive them home later, and they’d go out together to Romanoff’s or Chasen’s, always one or the other, an…

—p.403 by Elia Kazan
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now it’s Uncle Charlie

In the next weeks, I had a fascinating time observing my producer and through him the men in this community. Charlie was exceptionally well dressed—he bought his ties by half-dozen lots of each color or design—and rather handsome in a soft, yielding way, his body suited to bed and armchair. He ran …

—p.402 by Elia Kazan
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made the story of Abraham Lincoln

“What was so funny?” I asked. “I’ve forgotten how Mexicans are,” John said. “Well, what did he say?” I asked.” ‘On any other subject,’ he said, ‘there would be no limit to what we could do to help you here. But Emiliano is the hero of every forward-looking patriot here. For instance, imagine if we …

—p.398 by Elia Kazan